Coudie Catcher

Making coudie catchers is the only fun thing for me today in Mr. Jacob's class most of the time. And that was exactly what I did again today only I used that paper that I was talking about in some other blog... but i really think that it is going to make it even better when it comes to looks but I must admit that it will probably be a little hard to read later. I have a lot on my mind and I haven't laughed full heartedly in a long time. I want to have a really huge laugh that brings me to tears. Normally I find these huge "har hars" to e very embarrassing, but right now it is exactly what I need.

Okay so as I speak my twenty-nine year old teacher/grown child named Mr. Thompson is going around messing with people's laptops just because he has a little remote. I was a target a few minutes ago and I could have sworn that I just killed my laptop so how. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Thompson is deeply in touch with his inner child.

Oh and this is just a little something something that could be a reminder to some and something new to others. This was a poem that Mr. Thompson wrote last year.

"My Name is Mr. Thompson
And a like to writes prompts on
The board"

Première Passion (1st Love)

I’m in love with the perfect moments that occur in my life. It is not often that we have something that can be seen as perfect in our own eyes, but when ever that moment does come it will always be remembered as vividly as the day it occurred. One deepest parts of my heart is saved for my best friend the toothpaste for my toothbrush. I met her on the first day of kindergarten when all of the new students were standing the blacktop with our parents. I stood there mesmerizing the playground that I would soon be able to play on, but at that moment I was being pressured to make some new friends. One thing I that I should let you know about me is when I was growing up I was like a “cat” that would clench on to my parents and hide my face from all the eyes that were trying to look at me. It seemed like whenever I was around them I didn't want anyone else. This little girl messed all that up for me when she cam bouncing down to where I was standing with my parents. Once she reached me she gave me a sincere and innocent salutations along with a request for me to be her friend. I don’t know what happened in my brain at that moment but whatever that feeling was caused stares and worried looks from the people surrounding us. After say “hello” and asking if I would be her friend water began to flow out of my eyes which caused the same to happen to her. Without really know the problem my parents and hers were trying to console us while trying to find out why we had started to cry. Both of our tears had stopped abruptly then and confused looks washed away all the feelings of sadness. Later on we decided that the reasons should be that her over excitedness scared me and that my tears made her cry our her guilt. We have stuck with that story for a while now, but I don’t think that we will ever know the real reason of those tears. By the end of that day we did end up becoming friends strangely enough.
Throughout our eleven years of friendship we have only one fight that also took place in kindergarten within the walls of that beautiful playground. The fight was simple and not all complicated when you get down to it was beyond the point of being moronic when I look back on it now. The dispute was over a game of tag or hide-n-go-seek. It was a game that included catching and running. There were five of us playing the game: me, Amanda, Hannah, Sarah, and Adam. Four of us decided to make it really hard for Amanda when it was her time to chase up somehow it came down to her being really frustrated enough so to make her begin to cry and our plan was blamed mainly on me because “I wasn’t being a good friend,” which Ms. Russnacks take on the situation. From this moment it seemed that one of us couldn’t cry without causing the other to cry as well because as if we were sharing the same feelings of sadness I started to tear up. Our conflict was resolved within the fifteen minutes of our playtime and that was also the day that I learned that she didn't like hugs.
I don’t think I was able to give her a hug until late in the sixth grade after finding out that she wouldn’t be going to Bret Harte anymore after that year. Life had prepared us for that moment of separation because even though we went to same elementary school together for all six years we had only had been in the same class for the first two. I think that was when I knew that this would be an everlasting friendship because even after not seeing her face to face for months as soon as we saw each other we would act like we had seen each other only moments before.
I will always love and cherish every moment that we have together including the times when I tore my pants walking to her house, the movies we have seen, the Twilight party, the first time we met, the graduations, the lame dances... saying that I love her doesn’t cover my feeling that I have for her and I hate to use hackneyed phrases to express my feelings for her so will end this by saying once again that she is my toothpaste for my toothbrush, the sun for my dial and the heaven for my tormented earth. Amanda is a whole lot of something if not my everything.

A Word in Progress

What about me?
Was I hard to figure out
or did you know you'd get it without a doubt?
Well I am sorry for the strain I caused
but do you know the mental pain you've caused?
How many times I was found frutstrated at thought that you hated...
me.
I didn't know think then, but I do now.
Unfortunately though that future doesn't include you.
But don't worry you know because one day you will grow

Inspiration was what you were to me
Sadly not what you are to me.


I just got the need to express myself in a better way than complaining to my sister. This made me feel a little special.

To be continued...

Okay so I have this paper that I have covered with two huge paragraphs about a dream I had and a question I had. I might not post it next week either though... because most of my thoughts are kept to myself and are only shared with one pair of ears. I'm still thinking about it though, but I might just see a consular. I love how I am perfectly okay with saying that, but don't be surprised if this blog ends up being taken down. I am currently transitioning into a better place right now and I have achieved physically and almost mentally too, which is why I am going to try and find time to see the consular for some advice. I would ask a teacher or a friend, but I really don't like the thought of someone trying to figure me out and I only get that thought when I am seeing those people. I do have a question to ask now though. When you see me in the halls do I look happy? I just wanted to know because I think people show there true feeling when they don't think people are looking. I think I am happy though, but I think a lot when I am walking from class to class so could you look at my expression for me please. Try to see me when the hall isn't crowded and not during lunch this week either because I probably wont be all that peppy to be giving up my lunch to sell tickets for winter ball.

BUY YOUR TICKETS please.

That Perfect Thing

I love it when I can find that perfect thing because it cannot always be found. During this break I found the perfect thriller movies from the United Kingdom where the women were very empowering unlike the movies I usually see where they have the type of girls that fall and wait for someone to pick them up. I now have the perfect shade of nail polish called Lilac Freeze which is very appropriate because it looks like the color that my finger tips get when they get cold and the new shade of lip gloss called Eva I got from Bare Escentuals. I found out that I am perfectly okay when people talk around me in languages that I cannot understand and the perfect blend of fish sauce combined with Vietnamese rice flour things so that it becomes deliciously spicy. Unfortunately I haven't been able to turn into that perfect person though. I have failed to be there for some people when I should have been. I have always known that people cannot be perfect so I am satisfied that I can at least surround myself with simple, yet perfect things.

Fortune Cookies

So this all started during the Coach Ball's fourth period P.E class after we had just ran the mile. In this class most of my peers including myself are very lazy so you can imagine how unprepared we were. I had tis brilliant plan before the day had even come about how I was going to go about this very plan( the plan failed by the way). Shay had to decided to join in on this plan and toward the end I left her behind( I'm sorry). We were prepared however for what we were going to do after we ran the mile which was something that I am not a liberty to specify at this moment... anyway I wanted to be able to let her know that she had to just keep running or some other form of motivation like that. Ever since then I have been texting her random things to motivate anything that she might be doing or facing at the moment like the wind for example. Today I sent one about plans and how you should make to many because we both have been. In response she suggested the idea of making my own fortune cookies hence the tittle of this ongoing blog that I am beginning to notice has no purpose. I guess I am done now with my little rant of thoughts that was just brought to the forefront of my brain, but now the are retreating back into that little closet so for now good bye and I sincerely hope that everyone as a great New Year's Eve.

Myspace Bulletins

They are used to post random little things that can be seen in your head and sometimes they are used to express things that are seen through your eyes or heard through your ears. These things can lead you to a place of bad grammar and run on sentences like mine do most of the time, but between the gibberish there are a few good points like the one I just posted a few minutes ago because the my boredom and thought was consuming me and this the only thing I could think of doing to prolong my trip to the kitchen where I would have the honor of putting up a big load of dishes.
Note: I am sorry for the bad grammar, "I" and lame smiles. This is not at all a representation on how people should write in informal situations. I am not currently trying to change my ways on this public website. My good writing skills are only shown in class and on these blog uncapitalized s. Once again I do apologize for this shameful post below.

"the plans often​ go awry,​ but i am very optim​istic​ that mine will stay stron​g unlike the that feeble Londo​n bridge

^o^ i think​ i have the secon​d most amoun​t of fun when i am bored​ but my #1 choic​e is when i am with my frien​ds and some good knee-​slapp​ing fun

be prepa​red.​.​.​

i dont know what that was for but yep.​.​.​

i love those​ littl​e dots(​.​.​.​)​

okay i'm done

i never​ reall​y notic​ed how much i can rambl​e on the inter​net until​ right​ this secon​d.​ okay well that is a lie i knew i did, but i am notic​ing that it is like you are talki​ng to yours​elf in a way unles​s someo​ne respo​nds.​ Hmmm that shoul​d give you somet​hing to think​ about​ for about​ 5 secon​ds.​ Enjoy​ that time of thoug​ht and thank​ me in your me when you'​re done okay.​ And just so you know you are welco​me.​

wooah​ i just reach​ed scrol​e bar lever​ ^o^ now i am reall​y done i feel so lame in the best way possi​ble.​ i have an incur​able disea​se you shoul​d liste​n to We are Stran​ge by The Doors​.​ I'm not that sure on the title​ but it has the word stran​ge in and it has good lyric​s so yeah that was just my two cents​ on the matte​r.​ Choa!​"

As you can see bulletins have both a good and bad side to them. The good side is that you get to show people just how weird you are and the bad side is that those innocent people that are just as strange have to see it.